What Happens After Dirty Talk with a Wealthy Mature Man (Absolutely Mind-Blowing): Part 1

Bran­don, my new much older boyfriend, was every­thing a woman could want in a man. He was easy to talk to and had a sense of humor that I could count on to make me smile, even at my worst. Bran­don under­stood my erratic sched­ule and sup­ported my school­ing and even offered to pick up some of the finan­cial ends, but I always politely declined. I was inde­pen­dent and I was going to stay that way. Though I appre­ci­ated his offer, I did not want to become depen­dent on a man, espe­cially if one day any­thing was to hap­pen and I would have to pay for it with regret. Not tak­ing a blow to his ego, Bran­don under­stood and reminded me that the offer would always be on the table. I won’t lie, it was tempting.

We were near­ing a month of dat­ing and we still hadn’t had sex. I was the one who was wait­ing for his next move, and for Bran­don, it seemed like it was more of a reli­gious obsta­cle than work­ing up the nerve. I fully accepted Brandon’s faith, but it never once struck me how pas­sion­ate he was about it. Not that it was a prob­lem for me at the time.

Brandon’s faith was heart­en­ing and see­ing all that he had been through and for him to give his life over was a real eye-opener. But never once did I ever think that he would expect for me to do the same. And he didn’t until sev­eral months more into our rela­tion­ship. But at one month into it, I was ready to test out the goods—if Brandon’s lips and hands were any indi­ca­tion on how he would be in bed, then I was des­per­ately curious.

It wasn’t until one night, dur­ing one of our nightly con­ver­sa­tions, that I started talk­ing dirty to Bran­don. To my delight, he responded in the same way and right when it got to the point that we could no longer hold back, I invited him to my place for the night. Eager to con­tinue where the con­ver­sa­tion was going, Bran­don imme­di­ately jumped in the shower and drove over to my place.

Since we live about 30 min­utes away from each other, I didn’t usu­ally invite him over, because of our work sched­ules. This night, how­ever, it was inevitable and that was exactly what I kept telling myself dur­ing the longest half hour of my life. The more ner­vous I got, the closer I came to chang­ing my mind. I took a nice shower, which I fig­ured would calm me. And before I knew it, my phone chimed. “I’m here,” read the mes­sage. My heart beat sped again. This was it. No turn­ing back from here.

I met Bran­don at my door and he looked as sexy and hand­some as I was pic­tur­ing him when I was on the phone. Since I hadn’t really invited him over to my place before, I gave him a quick tour of my town­house. Know­ing that we were both stalling a lit­tle, I hes­i­tated, but finally invited him up into my room…

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About Lena

I’d always dreamed of the perfect fairytale prince in storybooks—ready with money and status to come save me from my chaotic, average life and treat me like his princess. Add a 26-year age difference and I found the closest thing to it. Not everything comes as easy as we expect it to, but that’s what makes it all the more fun. At 18 years old, I experienced that “Mr. Right Now” love with a guy my age named Jared. Two years later, I met Brandon, my older man. Jared was the typical playboy who romanced my naïve younger self and made me fall hard for him. That relationship caused me to view love in an entirely different way than I previously had, and I’m actually glad it did. By the time I met Brandon, I had become wiser and more prepared for the reality of relationships. Even though at 20 years old I didn’t show the tell-tale signs of a smart, mature woman, that was exactly what I had become. I started as a part-time secretary for a highly respectable office, while juggling a full-time load of college courses at the local university. It was my first official job where I had to wear heels, pencil skirts, and an occasional suit. I was no longer the high-school girl that found “true love” after graduation and had her heart broken immediately after. The new woman I was now was confident and smart, and when I saw Brandon walk through the lobby door, I knew he’d be a challenge, one I was ready to accept. Now at 22, and Brandon at 48, we’ve managed to keep a two -year relationship feeling like the very first day we met—all the excitement and butterflies are still very much present.